Ninjette drags Tikka away

Ninjette wrapped one arm around Tikka's neck, bent one of Tikka's arms behind her back, then wrapped her free arm around it and joined her hands. It was a chickenwing hold. Instead of cranking it, she pushed Tikka down the hall to the elevator.

"What are you doing with me?" Tikka asked.

Ninjette didn't say anything. She ripped the button panel off the elevator and did something with her fingers and the wires. The elevator went down, all the way past the basement, and the door opened into a large room with wooden walls and a wooden floor. She let go of the hold and kicked Tikka forward, and Tikka fell into the room on her hands and knees. The wood was well waxed and polished and it burned rather than hurt when she landed.

Tikka got to her knees and looked around. There were thin lines drawn all over the floor, and hanging from the walls were weapons of every kind she could imagine. Some where clearly for sexual use, some were real weapons. "Where is this?" Tikka said.

"This is my home away from home, my dear sister. This is where I train, where I sleep. And this is where YOU are going to rediscover who you're supposed to be."

Ninjette walked to the wall and took down one of the stranger looking weapons. At first Tikka thought it was a whip. Then as Ninjette uncoiled it she thought it was a ribbon sword. On closer look she wasn't even sure. It was made of thin metal, but the edges and point weren't sharp.

Ninjette turned to Tikka.

"Stand up, sister. Remember who you are. You have one last chance to find your backbone before I find it for you."

"Why do you keep calling me sister?" Tikka asked.

Ninjette reached up and slowly unlaced her mask, then took it off and threw it to the side. Tikka gasped.

"Yukio?!"

"As I said, sister."

Tikka jumped to her feet and flung her arms around Ninjette. "I missed you so! I- I thought I'd never be able to see you again! Did you come here for me?"

Ninjette didn't return the hug, but didn't push her away either. "I did. We all knew you went to America to fight because you were afraid to become what we could be. I've been watching you in shame ever since. You are far too talented to be meddling with the likes of Boss Bitch. There are... a half dozen women in this place, at best, that should even be a worthy match for you. Karen and Becky Luv, Amber. Amazon, perhaps. Possibly Casey and Tara. Yet you grovel in front of the likes of Cammy Cole."

"I didn't want Bambi to get hurt, she's too weak to take it!" Tikka protested.

"You could have taken Dolly and Boss Bitch at the same time, then taken the little secretary as your own. You don't know what you're capable of, my dear sister. I, however, not only know but can show you."

Ninjette pushed Tikka back and lashed out with the metal weapon, hitting Tikka on the front of the neck. It hurt, but Tikka felt all her emotions drain out of her. She suddenly wasn't scared of Ninjette, or happy to see her, or worried about anything. "What did you just do?" She asked in a calm voice.

Ninjette didn't answer. She lashed out again, hitting Tikka right between the breasts. A rush of heat went through Tikka's body, she felt her muscles harden and swell. She put her arms out in front of her, then clenched her fists and flexed her forearms. They did look a little bit bigger than usual, but the way her body was throbbing with power she found it... mildly interesting that she didn't have muscles like Amber, Amazon and the other muscle girls. She felt easily as strong as they did.

Before she could do anything, Ninjette lashed out again. This one caught her right on the inner thigh, less than an inch from her pussy. She didn't feel any pain from the strike - her body felt stronger than any weapon. Arousal more powerful than an orgasm hit her, and if it wasn't for the first strike where Ninjette turned off her emotions, Tikka thought she would have collapsed from sheer lust. Her nipples hardened into bullets, her clit throbbed.

"Why are you...?"

Tikka's question was cut off as Ninjette lashed out one last time. This one hit her square in the forehead.

Her inhibition suddenly went off.

She didn't see either Ninjette or Yukio in front of her anymore. She didn't care who it was she was looking at. She was looking at a body to own.

Tikka grabbed Ninjette by the throat with one hand and easily lifted her into the air. With the other, she slapped weapons off the wall. They clanged off the wooden floor. She shoved Ninjette into the wall. When Ninjette tried grabbing her arms, Tikka easily grabbed them instead. She doubled Ninjette over and twisted them behind her in a double hammerlock, then slammed her back against the wall. She grabbed Ninjette's bodysuit and ripped it apart, throwing the pieces on the ground. She pinned Ninjette's head to the wall with a forearm against her throat. Ninjette tried to fight back with a scissor hold, but Tikka didn't even feel it. Naked, she thrust her hips, starting to trib Ninjette missionary style, with Ninjette pinned to the wall. She felt an intense rush of pleasure, but no need at all to cum. She realized that Ninjette had started to moan.

There was no reason to talk to her. Tikka pressed her hips even harder and thrust upwards a few times, making sure her clit struck Ninjette's with each one. By the third thrust, her hips were wet - Ninjette had squirted. Not that Tikka cared. She was winning. She was dominating. And she would do so for as long as she felt like it. She yanked Ninjette away from the wall, wrapped an arm around her neck and fingerblasted her into a second orgasm, then threw her on the floor.

She looked around the dojo. Using her body was great, but she felt like trying to get creative.